Day 3
Today, we had another rude awakening when everyone’s alarms went off at the exact. same. time. Not sure why they did that, but they did. So that was neat. Anyways…
The most shocking part of the day was when it only took us 8 minutes to get to the job site, without getting lost, pulling illegal maneuvers, or getting a talking to by a security guard of the federal department.
Today was our first actual day working with Habitat for Humanity. It was neat, to say the least. The most exciting part was the goat living next to the houses we are working on. He ate and slept most of the day. That was probably pretty neat for him.
When first arriving at the site we came to find that there were three Habitat for Humanity houses already in progress, each a little bit more along than the other. After checking in and getting a different kind of talking to by our site leader, (Lil’) Wayne, all 12 of our members were separated into different tasks. Wayne explained to us that we were working on the two houses in the most progress today and starting on the other fresh concrete slab tomorrow. Some of the tasks we did today included laying the base of the roof, putting in windows and doors, applying fascia and hammering nails (and mostly our fingers).
(Oyster Squad on our "slab" that will be framed by the end of the week)
Surprisingly everyone survived the first day with no broken bones, missing fingers, or brain damage (at least we hope, some are questionable). This is a good thing because we signed our lives away via waivers.
After hours of hard labor, we cleaned up the work site, said bye to Wayne and the other friendly volunteers (who were extremely patient with us newbies), and headed off to the beach on Pensacola Island. It was cold but still pretty neat. We saw drunk people, cute children, and vicious seagulls flying too close to us (mainly Bridget) for comfort. We tried to take lots of artsy, cute pictures, but we mostly failed and just bothered passersby who we forced to take our pictures. We also attempted to venture onto the boardwalk but realized it cost $1.25 per person for a “walking fee” so we nixed that idea. Not so neat. We only walk for free.
After rush traffic on the journey home and seeing lots and lots of “Salt Life” stickers, we finally arrived to our temporary home. Some started making dinner. The others all complained it was taking too long. They’ll see how it is when they have to make dinner for 12 hangry people. The delicious meal was breakfast for dinner. Everyone was a fan. Even Allie, who proclaimed many times that she hates breakfast food.
Currently, everyone else is playing a confusing, weird, witchcraft and wizardry game. They all seem to be lost and losing. Everyone is a bit “salty” and is ready for a shower and their beds (air mattresses on a floor in a cold room).
Tomorrow, we’ll continue living that #SaltLife.
p.s. tomorrow our budget includes receiving matching "Salt Life" tattoos…Sorry mom and dad!
Peace and blessings,
Natfitts and JBlank
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